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Jul 2013
The early morning is a different world.
One where deep, even breaths
and songbirds keep it alive.
Where drowsy fingers drag across wooden tables,
and warm palms grasp flowing, ceramic hearts.
One where if you listen closely,
you might just hear the deep sigh of
the walls, as they drink deeply
of the morning sunlight.
Chris
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Chris
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   Alysia Michelle
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